Tales of the Superunknown

The young Saiyan Warrior stood in the middle of a cell. They had apprehended him for killing Tato in a duel. Tato had provoked him into fighting him, but he had been one of the illustrious Saiyan Elite. A quick glance at the cell had cast a sly smile on Spinazo's face. Apart from a security camera and a locked door, there was little that stopped him from escaping. Of course, if he would escape; he would be utterly annihilated. It was this knowledge that prevented him, and anyone else for that matter, from escaping. Certain that everything would be fine, he had proven that Tato was a weakling, the young Saiyan warrior sat down on a bench and closed his eyes, and waited.


"This... This is impossible!" Exclaimed one very excited Saiyan scientist, who stood leaning over a command console with a screen on which countless of numbers were scrolling down.
"What is impossible?" A colleague asked, who joined the first scientist; taking a look at the screen. Hesitation was replaced by surprise, surprise by shock and ultimately shock was replaced with disbelief. "These readings can not be correct," he exclaimed, his voice sounding far from certain.
"He went from a power level of 500 to 3500 and now he has a power level of over 18.000!" the first scientist said, pressing a couple of buttons on the console. "I checked and double checked, the readings stay the same. It seems that the weakling Spinazo has joined the ranks of the Elite."
"But... He is but a commoner!"
"Looks can deceive. We must report this. It'll certainly be of interest when they hear his case."


The warriors that took him from his cell appeared to be less secure, confident and cocky than they did the day before. It was the first thing that Spinazo noticed. The look in their eyes, he would recognize it everywhere, in every one, every time. It was fear. Pure fear. Spinazo suspected that it was now known how powerful he had become and the fear of the former weakling, the former shame, was a substitute for proper respect. They would respect him in due time, Spinazo was certain of this.

His power level had preceded him. There was no trial. Only a briefing. Apparently a group of Saiyans were working for the enemy, for Freeza. It was his task to destroy them. No questions asked. If he were to survive the ordeal, he would become one of the Saiyan Elite.

Of course, how could he reject such an offer?

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Only one test of strength, skill and cunning stood between Spinazo and his first goal: to be recognized as a Saiyan Elite. That would certainly erase, and diminish at best, the shame and humiliation brought upon his bloodline by his father and his own initial weakness. He would become stronger and, eventually, the strongest among Saiyans. The Primes Inter Pares, the first among equals. Although, eventually, he would simply be the first. For he would have ascended to heights unimaginable, the most powerful warrior for times immemorial. There would be no equals, only those he allowed to live and stand in his shadow. Those who would die for the privilege to bask in his eternal glory. Such thoughts always brought a smile to the Saiyan warrior's face.

But first there was this little task of dealing with a couple of traitorous Saiyans. He had been told that they, after been discovered in their traitorous act, had fled to the mountains. They would there make their final stand, considered it was unlikely that the tyrant Freeza would actually make a move at the Saiyan homeworld, just to save a couple of 'monkeys'. Those who had given him the assignment had not given any hint of the traitorous Saiyans' power levels, leading Spinazo to assume that they, or at least some of them, were stronger than him. This did not scare him. Spinazo was a true warrior, a true Saiyan. He absolutely loved a challenge. Besides, he had been constantly fighting stronger opponents. The pathetic Tato being the latest.

In reality Spinazo had been selected because of his immense prowess and progress. Although he was far from the most powerful Saiyan on the planet, his recent rise in strength and skill had been without equal. Only a couple of months ago, his power level had been a pathetic 500, then it surged to a reasonable 3500. After the fight with Tato it had surpassed the 18.000! If he were to increase his power level at such a rate, he would become on the stronger Saiyans within the year. There were doubts among the Saiyan leadership on how 'good' this actually was. A new, strong warrior in the war against Freeza was certainly a valued asset. On the other hand, they were perfectly aware of Spinazo's psyche. Could the dog be controlled, once he had been unleashed? It was unlikely that the dog had forgotten about all the times it had been kicked down. Spinazo would either succeed in exterminating the traitors, or he would die doing so. Either way was profitable for now.

So there he sped through Planet Vegeta's sky. On his way to the last known location of the traitorous Saiyans. They were still there, for they had nowhere else to go. They were prepared and ready for battle, for their last stand. Little did they know that there would only be one man, only one warrior, to send them to the Otherworld.

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